The First Heir

Martha was roughly being pushed into a cafe.

She was enraged. She pointed at the mountainous men in black at the entrance and yelled, “Who are you people? Let me out now! If not, I’ll call the cops! This is kidnapping, and it’s illegal!”

Martha felt extremely guilty, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably. Nevertheless, she knew she could not show any signs of weakness. She had to be strong.

On the other hand, the two men in black who were blocking the door pretended to not hear her as they stood still in silence.

They did not budge no matter how much Martha pushed them.

Martha began to panic. She did not know where she was nor who they were. Where was she?

At this moment, a graceful and sumptuous woman walked into the cafe. There were seven to eight bodyguards behind her. One could instantly tell that she was someone powerful after seeing this.

Additionally, her presence caused the temperature of the cafe to fall by a few degrees. It became terrifyingly cold.

Martha felt ashamed after seeing her temperament and appearance.

The woman was so beautiful and at the same time so sharp at the edges.

She had an aura to her, and Martha did not dare look at her. She could only tremble at one side.

Martha was terrified. She was in a strange place with a strange woman. Not to mention, that woman was walking toward her.

“Are you Martha Yates?”

opened her mouth. Her tone

that’s me. Who are

Slap!

slapped Martha without warning. The slap was loud, and

she just slap

did you hit me? Who are you? Do

felt like

could only

name is Giada

Giada said coldly.

eyes, Martha was just an ant. If she wanted to,

could this evil woman be Philip’s mother-in-law? Philip

could not stand such

the Clarkes themselves, no one

warning you. From this day onward, be humble. If you dare be irrational and arrogant once more, I’ll be sure to teach you a lesson on how to be a proper human being,”

humiliation, but

equivalent to insulting the

Undoubtedly, teaching his mother-in-law a lesson would be the best

Who the

eyes

Slap!

across the face once more. She said, “Who I am is none of your business. Just remember that as long as I, Giada